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and you, moon,
strolling into
a summer cloud

*

unable to sleep,
I wade into the darkness,
feeling for words

*

wading through mist,
a mango tree
clutching darkness

*

too keyed up
to sleep---
the moon!

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autumn twilight---
a fisherman
reels in the moon

Robert D. Wilson
  



all the rains of June
and one evening secretly
through the pines the moon

Ryota
(1718- 1787)


relax, crane...
i am not like
other humans

R. Wilson
  


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